Plot Twist [GEORGE WEASLEY]

6.

Winter mornings were great.  Since it was winter, the sun came up late. A wild debate occurred between Amara's mind and body; her body screamed at her to be confined to her warm bed, her mind had berated her into leaving it. She refused to take a shower, imagining icicles hitting her body if she stepped into the cubicle. For Merlin's sake, it was a magic school! Why haven't they spelled the showers to have the perfect temperature?

Even dressed up in her thick cloak and wearing a fleece sweater underneath, she still felt like an ice sculpture. 

One week was left until Christmas arrived. One week until she could go home. She quite missed its homely feel and her father. Her father has been sending her vague letters every week. Such as letters describing how hard his work was, however not saying anymore. Amara's gut told her he was hiding something from Madeline and her.

Another Hogsmeade weekend was in two days kindling her elation for Christmas. She had ordered by owl post the books she wanted to buy for her friends. The quills for Rose and scarf for James was still pending. Additionally, wrapping the presents were  on her to do list.

That morning the students of Hogwarts were more vigorous than usual. Many were actively moving around, some wrapped gifts with unwavering concentration. Others were focused on finished all their homework. Amara herself was switching between devouring her French toast and writing why the Goblin Revolution paved the way for Goblin rights.

Camilla hadn't spoken to her. The furious scrawling of the quill warned her not to interrupt her Amara's train of thought. A good decision. 

An owl swooped on the table in front of Amara. The busy Ravenclaw retrieved a package from its claws and petted the owl, who nipped her affectionately. The package was brown. Amara's fingers fumbled to tear the paper. A blue plastic box was inside, accompanied with a note saying 'From your secret admirer'.  Amara's eyebrows furrowed.

"Cam, look at this..."

Camilla edged closer to Amara, eyes looking on earnestly at the box. Her best friend snatched the box and inspected it heavily. Noticing their befuddled presence, Gina took the box in her hands.

"From a secret admirer?"  Camilla pressed her lips together.

"Never open an anonymous package. That's what my dad said," Amara retrieved her wand from her pocket.

With a swish of her wand, the lid was removed. Tense, Camilla gripped her wand. It was a pair of self-exploding fireworks!

With a yelp, Amara yelled "Immobulus!", while the people around her jumped. Professor Flitwick marched up to them.

"What is going on?" He asked.

"Someone sent me self-exploding fireworks, Professor Flitwick," Amara gasped.

Her hand and mind were getting exhausted from trying to hold the spell. The fireworks had already exploded but, were halted in midair. Professor Flitwick levitated the fireworks and hurried to the teacher's table. Dumbledore had seemed to have seen the commotion and the Ravenclaws' head frantic scurrying. They exchanged words from the far end of the hall.

"Who has it out for you?" Camilla questioned, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"I have a clue!" Rose glared daggers at Cass.

"Self-exploding fireworks aren't really her style..." Gina trailed off. "The Weasleys love the fireworks, don't they?"

Amara considered this. Not to admit it fully, but she had given up on the idea of apologizing to George. Maybe, she just should live with the glares in her direction. After all, you can't make everyone happy. She nodded.